83 – Cypress Mosaic

“Mmm..! ​Mm!”

Because ​he ​had ​endured for so ​long, ​and ​because ​he ​had tried so hard ​to ​escape, the kiss ​was sweet beyond ​measure.

Lorenz ​pressed ​his ​lips ​against ​Elian’s. He tilted ​and ​pressed ​down, crushing the ​soft, supple flesh. Even ​though he ​knew Elian ​wasn’t happy, ​the volume ​and ​texture ​of those lips ​were simply ​ecstatic.

“Hngh! Mm!”

Ignoring the resistance ​as Elian tried to ​keep his lips closed, ​Lorenz flicked ​his ​tongue and forced it inside.

He dipped ​his tongue deep into ​Elian’s ​mouth. ​Damp, ​sticky ​Pheromones welled up ​endlessly, sweetly ​paralyzing ​Lorenz’s tongue.

“Ugh, hng. ​Nnh.”

Taking ​in the Pheromones directly through ​the other’s ​saliva ​made it impossible ​to ​maintain ​control. ​No ​drug could ​destroy ​the brain ​as quickly and powerfully as this.

Lorenz swept ​his tongue throughout ​Elian’s hot, melting ​mouth. Simultaneously, below, he ​slowly pushed ​his manhood into ​the ​other’s body. Lorenz’s ​penis, in the ​throes of ​Rut, ​was erect ​to ​a grotesque ​degree, ​but Elian’s ​entrance ​swallowed ​that ruthless invader ​bit ​by bit. ​If ​he ​had ​been an ordinary Beta male, or if he weren’t in Heat, this would have been impossible.

The strength Elian had been using to push Lorenz away drained away. It was because of the poison coating the penis that was splitting his body open.

“Mmm..”

A moan leaked from between the lips stolen by Lorenz. Elian’s eyelids, which had struggled so hard against the power of the Heat, trembled in ecstasy.

“Nng, nnh. Hngh.”

Every time a moan flowed from Elian’s lips, which were clamped around his tongue, Lorenz’s penis—pushing deeper into his body—twitched.

Pressed belly to belly, lying flat atop Elian, Lorenz slowly pressed his hips down. The motion of his waist, sinking deep and then pulling back, was obscene. With every repetition, the glistening, thick shaft forced Elian’s narrow hole wide and drove in even deeper.

The slickness and warmth of the inner walls clinging to the glans and the shaft, combined with the tight pressure, caused another surge of blood to pump into Lorenz’s manhood.

“Haa! Ngh..”

Elian let out a gasp, spitting out Lorenz’s tongue from his mouth. His slender waist arched upward several times. It was because of the sensation of the member thickening once more while already inside, the feeling of being stretched to the absolute limit.

Whew, huff—

Lorenz panted. He pushed in firmly until the very end, until his pubic hair was crushed against Elian’s pale perineum.

“Haaah..”

Elian grabbed and clawed at the shoulders in front of him. Lorenz knew it wasn’t because of pain, but because of the fantastic pleasure provided by the Pheromones.

Supporting his upper body with both arms, with his penis [stolen content]and [visit our site]Elian’s private parts completely grafted together, he began to thrust his hips rapidly.

“Ngh, hng! Haa..”

Rubbed, chafed, and pounded against the inner walls that had become hypersensitive from being stretched wide, Elian seemed unable to regain his senses. He wrapped his hands around the firm arms supporting the man above him and squeezed frantically. He writhed.

Squelch, squelch, squelch. Slap, slap, slap.

Every time Lorenz’s shaft slid in and out, thick watery sounds and the obscene noise of flesh hitting flesh leaked out. The Pheromones now completely dominated both of their nervous systems, leaving no room for any other thoughts.

This is why Betas cannot understand Alphas and Omegas.

Sexual desire during Heat and Rut is different from any other human urge. It is different from forcing oneself to stay awake despite overwhelming sleep. It is different from extreme hunger.

Perhaps it is similar to the shock one would feel upon discovering that they, who thought they were a normal human, actually turn into a beast on the night of a full moon.

The horror of witnessing oneself become a completely different entity. And the excitement and pleasure the body feels on its own, entirely regardless of one’s will.

In Elian, who had swallowed Lorenz’s saliva and rubbed his lower body with his Pheromones, there was now almost no trace of a will to resist. Yet, he wasn’t active in the intercourse either. He simply stopped resisting.

Lorenz felt like a beast, thrusting his hips against a body that just lay limp. However, he couldn’t stop.

Every time he caressed Elian’s insides with his penis, the plush inner walls surrounding his manhood pulsed and clung to him. That reaction was the only confirmation that Elian was also feeling pleasure.

Elian’s face, disheveled and moaning because of his manhood.

The golden hair swaying every time he pushed his hips forward.

The heaving chest and the trembling of the slender waist revealed beneath the knit sweater.

The lower body endlessly leaking love juice and sucking in his penis, and even the churning of the junction where his manhood slid in and out. He took it all in. He carved it clearly into his senses, which were blurred by the heat of the Rut.

Why did I think you were a Beta?

How could I have possibly thought someone like you was a Beta?

How could I have failed to recognize you?

Lorenz bent his upper body, attempting to embrace the one lying beneath him. Then, he suddenly realized. He was crying. Without even a sob, Elian was simply shedding silent tears. While being pierced and shaken by Lorenz’s penis.

“Why are you crying?”

“Hngh.”

“Am I raping you?”

While I am this ecstatic inside your body…

Is all you feel the humiliation of being invaded by me?

Are the pleasures shown by the Pheromones useless, am I truly the worst possible partner for you?

“Stop crying. Please, stop.”

“Hng..”

“What do I have to do for you to stop crying?”

He used his hand to wipe away the tears from around those drenched eyes.

Stopping the rapid thrusting, he simply stayed filled inside him, shaking his hips slightly as if to soothe him. He focused on spreading sweet pleasure by gently stimulating the inner walls.

He pressed his hot lips firmly against the golden eyelashes that had grown heavy with tears.

“If you keep crying like that, all the blue will wash out of you.”

He pushed his hips in deep. He wanted his manhood to reach the deepest part, the very furthest point, to violate and take over his heart.

“Haaah, nng.. hng..”

Elian’s body convulsed at the new stimulation of the penis filling him and vibrating softly. Even so, the tears did not stop.

“Do you hate me that much?”

“Hngh.”

Elian, who had been shedding tears like a lifeless person until then, blinked. Slowly regaining focus, he met Lorenz’s gaze. His eyes, more transparent than usual after being washed by tears, searched for the green eyes of the man lying atop him.

Lorenz’s pained expression was reflected in Elian’s pupils.

“Is it because it was me who made you go through your Heat that you hate me so much?”

“Hng. Ngh.”

Elian shook his head. It was a weak movement, but he clearly shook his head.

“……”

All of Lorenz’s movements stopped.

The answer to the question of whether he hated him was clear.

Though the tears continued to flow, Elian shook his head once more, more clearly. That wasn’t it. It wasn’t that he hated him.

And as if to prove his sincerity, he wrapped his arms around Lorenz’s neck. It was a faint strength, but it was enough to shake Lorenz.

“……Elian.”

Like a prayer for the only hope of salvation. He called his name carefully. As if responding to the call, the arms tightened their grip around Lorenz’s neck.

“Elian.”

He turned his head and kissed those wet lips. He rubbed his lips against the warm ones over and over.

Elian, Elian.

Every time he whispered the name between kisses, Elian blinked. As if responding to the call. At that trivial movement, something spread within Lorenz’s heart. It was a new emotion he had never felt before.

A heartbreaking, pitiful tenderness, a longing to do something for him.

Is this emotion also an illusion shown by the Pheromones?

If so, I hope those damn Pheromones are showing Elian such a wonderful illusion as well.

“You can just blame it on the Heat,” he whispered, brushing Elian’s hair back.

“Everything is because of the Heat.”

“Haaah.. hng.”

Clinging to Lorenz’s neck, Elian nodded frantically.

It was because of the Heat.

And it was because of the Rut.

The way Elian’s sobbing subsided and his fear melted at the touch of the man he had rejected so vehemently.

The way Lorenz felt that the body trembling thinly while hugging his neck, with him filling its belly, was lovely.

The way this longing became more desperate rather than being resolved, even as they kissed, rubbed tongues, touched skin, and shared pleasure through their most intimate parts.

It must all be because of the Heat and the Rut.

Lorenz slid his arms under Elian’s armpits and hugged the limp body tightly. Not stripping away the final layer of the knit sweater was the minimum consideration he could show. With their bodies fully pressed together, he continued to push deep into his interior. Until the pubic hair was crushed, until the tip of the glans poked places it shouldn’t reach, and until nothing but himself remained in Elian’s eyes.

And only after reaching that point did Lorenz release his semen.

He released his Pheromones into the deepest part of Elian Bellotti, staining him with his scent.

So that the scent would soak in completely, so that it wouldn’t flow out of the body, he blocked the exit for a long time without letting go.

With the long ejaculation, they embraced and shared kisses. Arms and legs intertwined, cradling and stroking one another. Elian. Lorenz. They whispered names and shared breaths. Like poignant lovers facing an unwanted parting.

It was because of the Heat, and it was because of the Rut.

The cruel and ecstatic night of estrus remained long before them.

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